The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 35

Upon hearing the phone ring, Robert’s expression suddenly changed. He immediately spoke up.

“Master, this ringtone is specifically set for my subordinates investigating the Clifford family incident. It might be news about the Clifford family!”

At Gavin’s signal, Robert instantly answered the call and put it on speakerphone.

When it came to matters concerning the Clifford family, Robert naturally wanted to inform Gavin as soon as possible.

As soon as the call connected, a man’s urgent voice came through.

“Mr. Jordan, something bad has happened! Hurry to the Oceanfront Clubhouse now!”

Robert was momentarily stunned upon hearing this,

He instinctively asked, “What happened? What’s going on?”

The urgent voice on the other end of the phone sounded again.

“Kris has been captured by the eldest son of the Holman family at the Oceanfront Clubhouse!”

With a swift motion, Gavin rose from the sofa.

“Master.” Robert began to say, but before he could continue, there was a sudden “whoosh.”

The front door of the rented apartment was somehow left open. It revealed that Gavin’s figure had disappeared in an instant. Robert stared blankly at the empty corridor in front of him. He fell into a daze.

It was the urgent voice on the phone that brought Robert’s thoughts back.

“Mr. Jordan, what should we do? Should we go rescue her? I feel Kris is in a very dangerous situation right now!”

The man called Robert “Mr. Jordan’ respectfully because Robert was the commander-in-chief in action, not some president of a company.

Of course, Robert was the commander-in-chief of the investigation into the Clifford family incident.

On his end, Robert listened to the voice on the phone with a somewhat strange expression.

Then, he said slowly, “Um… you guys stay in place and don’t move. Disperse the personnel you brought with you and surround the perimeter of the Oceanfront Clubhouse. Regardless of what happens at the Oceanfront Clubhouse, pretend you didn’t see anything as if nothing happened!”

“Huh?” The man on the other end of the phone clearly didn’t understand why Robert was saying this.

After all, hadn’t Robert previously emphasized that Kris’s situation was the top priority?

However, before the man could ask, Robert hung up the phone.

The man on the other end was left with a confused face.

Meanwhile, at the Oceanfront Clubhouse of Brookspring.

blazed brilliantly. It was as

public on this particular night. This didn’t deter the massive crowd that had gathered within Oceanfront Clubhouse. Oceanfront Clubhouse was a property belonging to the Holman

with individuals affiliated with the Holman family this time.

attendants or bodyguards of

the central square of the

the crowd was a man. There wasn’t a single woman present.

if they were on the

the forefront of the central square, a brightly lit grand podium blinked

moment, a young man with a smug smile walked onto the

cheers, applause, and ovation resonated through the entire

man was Scott Holman, the

1/3

being the center

hand to suppress the cheers. Then, clearing his throat into the microphone, he

it because you can’t wait to claim your own bitch?

fell, the entire venue erupted once again with shouts

on a lecherous grin

“Very well!

none of you

the rules

men, who appeared to be as eager as aggressive, his

Holman family has captured the former number one

had already begun to stir. Even before

smile deepened as he continued his speech.

present can begin the lottery on

each of you will have a chance. Depending on the number you draw, all of you can take Kris with you in

too

words, the central square resounded with

“Hahaha…”

was sharp and

He then raised his voice once more.

to the chase!

bring that bitch up!”

soon as he finished speaking,

of them revealed

onto the stage with a

the chain was a

looked very miserable now.

nose and the corners of her

clothes, but from her neck and sleeves, one

aunt and once the

Brookspring beauty, Kris, whose eyes should have been radiant and sparkling, now appeared

of a soulless, lifeless puppet.